Shayla
I wake up to the sound of Ethan and Shawn whispering excitedly in the hallway. A few seconds later, their whispers turn into giggles, and I can't help smiling into my pillow. When I roll over, I find Chris propped on one elbow, watching me with a sleepy, contented look.
"Mornin'," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss my forehead. He snakes a hand around my waist pulling me closer planting more kisses on me.
"Morning," I say back, feeling that familiar warmth flood my chest, wrapping my arms around his torso and letting his body heat envelop me. It still amazes me how everything has changed so quickly—adopting the boys, secretly marrying Chris, and yet trying to live as if nothing's out of the ordinary. It's overwhelming in the best way.
We hear a faint "Shhh!" from the other side of the door, followed by more giggles. Chris raises an eyebrow, then calls out, "Hey, we can hear you!"